That same river
by Armando Ortiz
By the river we shed tears
Reliving age old battles
As the fallen floated by like withered flowers
On the streams we were born with screams of lorn;
Into the flow of time, bloodied, we were thrown-
With her we fell in love, and her milk we yearn
Into the rapids of vice we were swallowed
Hoping to drown the sorrow with handmade gallows
Only to open our eyes to the white garble of life’s desire
The currents are ceaseless, and relentlessly ever present.
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